Big Trucks

Intro G#5 G#5 G#5 Yeah, Yeah G#5 A5 D#5 G#5 G#5 Huh G#5 G#5 Yeah (Let's go, let's go) A5 D#5 Chorus G#5 G#5 A5 G#5 Big truck rider, if I pull up beside ya G#5 G#5 A5 I promise I'm gon' have you lookin' up (Lookin' up) G#5 G#5 G#5 I'm a product of the south, all I do is act up G#5 G#5 A5 G#5 I've been drinkin' since eleven, every time I get drunk I get G#5 G#5 Stupid, stupid, stupid (Hell yeah) G#5 G#5 A5 G#5 Stupid, stupid, stupid (Hell yeah) G#5 G#5 Stupid, stupid, stupid (Hell yeah) G#5 G#5 A5 D#5 Stupid, stupid, stupid (Break your, Break your) Verse G#5 G#5 Break your neck back, lookin' up that super jacked G#5 G#5 Super Duty max blacked out from the front to the back G#5 G#5 Console packed full of green and magazines G#5 G#5 D#5 But not that kind you smoke or the kind you read (Indeed) G#5 G#5 Have you ever seen a hundred thousand dollar truck? G#5 G#5 A5 Well, pay attention suckers, Demun Jones is pullin' up D#5 G#5 G#5 Custom stitched leather seats with that heater for your butt G#5 Logos in the head rest, N.C. Jones County stand up G#5 G#5 Holler at your boy and I'ma get right with ya G#5 G#5 A5 I didn't mean to cause a scene, go 'head and take you a picture D#5 G#5 G#5 I'm a big truck boss, flossin' so photogenic G#5 G#5 A5 G#5 Somebody grab me a ladder and I'll be down in a minute, come on Chorus G#5 G#5 Big truck rider, if I pull up beside ya G#5 G#5 A5 I promise I'm gon' have you lookin' up (Lookin' up) G#5 G#5 G#5 I'm a product of the south, all I do is act up G#5 G#5 A5 G#5 I've been drinkin' since eleven, every time I get drunk I get G#5 G#5 Stupid, stupid, stupid (Hell yeah) G#5 G#5 A5 Stupid, stupid, stupid (Hell yeah) G#5 G#5 Stupid, stupid, stupid (Hell yeah) G#5 G#5 A5 G#5 Stupid, stupid, stupid (I'm) Verse G#5 G#5 I'm lovin' it, big pipes, I'm like a shuttle lift G#5 G#5 A5 G#5 Truck so high I could park your truck up under it G#5 G#5 Big wheels spin on every truck that I'm in G#5 G#5 A5 G#5 I call 'em upper cuts 'cause they come up to my chin G#5 G#5 Bass bumpin', turn left, the frame rubbin' G#5 G#5 A5 G#5 Pull up on you break-pumpin', dare someone to say somethin' G#5 G#5 Crown in my bedroom, I can feel the hate comin' G#5 G#5 A5 G#5 G#5 Now drop it down and watch a country girl shake somethin' G#5 Feel like I'm playin' tic-tac-toe G#5 G#5 A5 The way I got these men textin' me these Xs and Os D#5 G#5 G#5 I keep my bourbon in a big ol' cup G#5 G#5 A5 Country girl with a big ol' butt Verse G#5 G#5 G#5 Got that big ol' diesel whistlin', speakers knockin', listenin' G#5 G#5 A5 D#5 To Upchurch up in Michigan, you talkin' or you hoppin' in? G#5 G#5 Put the Mickey Thompsons on the Chevy I've been rockin' since N.C. Pocket Full of Stones, don't try to box me in G#5 G#5 Bangers when you hear it, gotta turn the volume up, ayy G#5 G#5 A5 Rearview mirror shakin', couple cases in the trunk G#5 G#5 G#5 I ain't drinkin' with no chaser and I never get stuck, How's? N.C. The view down there in that rut lookin' up? G#5 G#5 Flyin' by with the finest cutie pie, she a ten G#5 A5 Sittin' high, drinkin' apple pie, there she go again G#5 G#5 A5 Tryna rev my engine up, actin' like she tryna— uh G#5 G#5 I'm just tryna get her home and watch her A5 Shake that big ol' butt, 'cause I'm a Chorus G#5 G#5 A5 G#5 Big truck rider, if I pull up beside ya G#5 A5 I promise I'm gon' have you lookin' up (Lookin' up) G#5 G#5 G#5 I'm a product of the south, all I do is act up G#5 A5 G#5 I've been drinkin' since eleven, every time I get drunk I get G#5 G#5 Stupid, stupid, stupid (Hell yeah) G#5 G#5 A5 D#5 Stupid, stupid, stupid (Hell yeah) G#5 Stupid, stupid (It's Dusty Leigh) G#5 Stupid (Hell yeah) G#5 Stupid (Ayy, what up?) G#5 A5 Stupid, stupid Verse D#5 I, G#5 G#5 Pull up lookin' down (Down), see only wheels on the ground (Ground) G#5 G#5 A5 You think you seen a plane 'cause my truck be in the clouds G#5 G#5 G#5 It's Dusty Leigh, I'm the party boy, ride around in a Tonka toy G#5 G#5 A5 D#5 When I show my face, all the country girls go bonkers for me G#5 G#5 I'm lifted up, lifted up to the sky (Sky) G#5 G#5 A5 G#5 You'll see a southern belle sittin' by my side (Side) G#5 G#5 A fifth of bourbon bein' drunk until it's dry G#5 G#5 A5 Only noon, but I ain't cryin', 'bout to turn up, yeah, it's time (Let's go) G#5 G#5 D#5 My truck's so damn stupid, state might cut it a check (A check) G#5 G#5 A5 My wheels built for dirt in case I go off track G#5 G#5 A5 I don't know it all, but I know for a fact G#5 G#5 G#5 A5 Real men, like their truck beefy like Sav from the back Outro N.C. Yeah, I'm a N.C. Big truck rider, if I pull up beside ya N.C I promise I'm gon' have you lookin' up